Heat index reached 112 wednesday.

The ride in was hot, muggy and windy. It was 85 degrees at 7:30. It was going to be that kind of day.

There's something seriously wrong with this: The heat index in Lincoln at 9am was 96 degrees. For comparison, Baton Rouge's heat index was 90, Miami, FL's heat index was 88, and "Hot-Lanta's" heat index was 85. All at 9am.

We were warned this was going to be a hot and dry summer. I'm missing the "dry" part somewhere. We just got a ton of rain dumped on us. It washed away the heat and left a big glob of humidity in the air.

The ride home was ridiculous. I supplemented wind and gravity when it needed it and found a friend on the trails. I had a chat about IT infrastructure, data recovery and natural disaster-resistant bank vaults with another cyclist whom I know only as Lloyd. He came back from a ride to Saltillo.

Tomorrow we get a reprieve from this, and then it's back to mid-upper 90s for the next several days. Welcome to Nebraska in the summertime.

I felt like I was swimming in a jacuzzi for 14.2 miles.